How Queer!

I woke up this morning for my 10:00 class at 9:52, giving me exactly eight minutes to actually wake up, put my contacts in, put my clothes on, chug some water, swish some Orajel mouthwash, pee, and walk briskly to class. And guess what?? I was on time. This is my morning ritual Monday through Friday. Well, I guess on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have a 9:30 class, so the timeframe is 30 minutes behind, but whose counting technicalities? I knew it, everyone is. I feel like this routine roughly describes my life. Disorganized and chaotic. I prefer this lifestyle most of the time. It keeps things interesting. Plus if I was too organized, then Travis might think I was actually a good roommate. We wouldn't want that now, would we? But sometimes by inability to be organized makes me want to jump out of a window. If I had a good memory, maybe being disorganized would be okay, but my memory is awful! Let me rephrase: My long-term memory is actually quite good, and I surprise myself with some of the things that I can remember. Case in point, when I was almost 3 years old, my dear little sister was born during an icestorm in Michigan. The image that stick out in my mind the clearest however, is the baked potato someone had dropped in front of the hospital. I distinctly remember looking down and wondering, "How queer!" Actually I probably didn't think of the word 'queer' because I was only 2 and most 2 year olds don't know the word queer. Anyways, my short-term memory is atrocious. Sometimes I feel like Dorie from Finding Nemo. If I added up all the time that I spent looking for items that I had JUST sat down, it would probably equal to my entire life. It can be quite infuriating.

So after class I obtained my final chapel credit! I'm glad that's over with. Afterwards I had a 12-piece nugget and a chicken sandwich from Chik-Fil-E. With Polynesian sauce. That stuff is delicious! I think the only condiment that I enjoy more is Arby sauce. I can drink that stuff. While I was eating, myself, Kelcie Broom, Macy Facy, and Keith discussed the scandal of being ripped off by meal plans. I find this matter irritating. Especially this week, because it is Thanksgiving and I will not be eating in the bean, which means that I will have 8 plans that I won't have used. That's alot of dough! Then there's the matter of not being refunded Bean Bucks. This is a downright scam. A Christian university is stealing from its students. You can sugar coat it all you want, but in the end the students are being screwed. As If tuition wasn't already out the door... I think I might e-mail a complaint, threatening to sue. I probably won't actually do this. But it is fun to think about, and I get satisfaction and imagining all these powerful executives being locked behind bars, and me being the hero who saved everyone from this scandal.

Kyle asked me if I would like to help him move today. Me being the great friend that I am agreed without question. Little did I know. I got to his house with Michael Holeman, and we go to his garage. There awaiting us is a couch, a chair, an entertainment system, and a 10,000 pound pinball machine. Yes, you read correctly, there was a pinball machine. And it was heavy. We got the couch and chair with little difficulty. We then moved on to the entertainment system. Fellas, this sucker was heavy. Not to mention long. We had to move this thing to the second floor. To do this, we had to ascend about 15 steps, and then make a right and ascend another 4 or 5 steps. The hallway was also about twice as narrow than a regular hallway. Somehow I got stuck being the guy who had to drag the monster up the stairs. The other two losers got to push from the bottom. After a monumental struggle, a couple holes in the wall, and a drenched shirt we were able to finally get this behemoth upstairs. At this point, Kyle's dear mother went to 7-11 and bought us Double Gulps. These were lifesavers. In fact, I don't know if we could have gotten the pinball machine up without em. So, this pinball machine. The pinball machine made the entertainment system look like a girl scout. This awful contraption was much heavier. I again got stuck as the guy pulling with my back, while Kyle and Michael and some other dude got to push again. We finally did end up getting it up there, but goodness it was not fun. It paid off though, because Kyle's family took us out to Abuelo's! By the way abuelo means grandfather in spanish. Yep I just translated that.

My day ended with about 3 hours of super smash brothers. I can't really think of a better way to end a day. That's a lie, I can actually think of hundreds of better ways, but none the less it was a great close to a hard days work.

Good night!